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digitaldisciplineI think Mommy and Daddy like it when it rains hard. They always go
outside and hold hands. Sometimes Mommy does something else with her
hands while Daddy stands off to one side, like he does when she makes
dinner.
They come back in afterwards all wet. Usually, they're happy and
smiling and give me a big wet hug. I have my own towel so I can dry
off - it has fish on it and says FLORIDA AQUARIUM. Sometimes Mommy
looks tired, and Daddy makes her tea and shows her pictures they keep
in a big book they made called a SCRAPBOOK even though it doesn't have
any scraps in it - just pictures and things out of the newspaper.
Mommy showed it to me once, but I was little and couldn't read, and
just saw a lot of pictures of clouds and houses and big waves. One
picture was really neat - it was a tree with a board right through the
middle of it; there was another one of a boat sitting in the middle of
the street that made me feel funny.
Daddy tells Mommy to remember people's names a lot, I think. I've
never met the people Mommy and Daddy talk about when it rains. Some
of them sound like old friends, or maybe people they worked with a
long time ago and didn't get along with, because then Daddy sounds
tired, too.
I know a lot of those names because they tell me about them when I
ask. Daddy says that they're not people like us, or my teachers, or
my friends, or Mr. Peter the Mailman. So of course I had to ask who
they were like, and she said, "Each other," which isn't really an
answer, but it was time for me to go to bed.
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"I tell you the truth now, so you can lie to me later."
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outside and hold hands. Sometimes Mommy does something else with her
hands while Daddy stands off to one side, like he does when she makes
dinner.
They come back in afterwards all wet. Usually, they're happy and
smiling and give me a big wet hug. I have my own towel so I can dry
off - it has fish on it and says FLORIDA AQUARIUM. Sometimes Mommy
looks tired, and Daddy makes her tea and shows her pictures they keep
in a big book they made called a SCRAPBOOK even though it doesn't have
any scraps in it - just pictures and things out of the newspaper.
Mommy showed it to me once, but I was little and couldn't read, and
just saw a lot of pictures of clouds and houses and big waves. One
picture was really neat - it was a tree with a board right through the
middle of it; there was another one of a boat sitting in the middle of
the street that made me feel funny.
Daddy tells Mommy to remember people's names a lot, I think. I've
never met the people Mommy and Daddy talk about when it rains. Some
of them sound like old friends, or maybe people they worked with a
long time ago and didn't get along with, because then Daddy sounds
tired, too.
I know a lot of those names because they tell me about them when I
ask. Daddy says that they're not people like us, or my teachers, or
my friends, or Mr. Peter the Mailman. So of course I had to ask who
they were like, and she said, "Each other," which isn't really an
answer, but it was time for me to go to bed.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"I tell you the truth now, so you can lie to me later."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
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